I come over to your house in violent rays of smiles. Counter-intutive, we run in our own honey dipped sadness. The joy of being alone, the fear in joining the world again. But here I am, over at your house, black bag hanging from my shoulder and oversized leather jacket on. I am all smiles, all wonder. We are still so young, still so playful.

We're not jaded yet. We still believe that strange new things can be done. We have hope that it can be done. Then we make it happen, And the world wonders why it wasn't done centuries ago.